Along with death and taxes, they say that change is the only thing certain in this life. I used to think I adjusted well to most changes, but I must admit this week has showed me that I have a long way to go.
My job has been undergoing several changes as of late. I learned on last week that my current job duty would be transitioning into a new position. At first I was a bit hesitant and quite nervous. Well, that bit of fear turned into full-fledged paranoia when I arrived to work this week. The job I’ve performed to perfection (or as close to it as possible) for the last five years is no more. Officially I’m still in the position, but not for long. I will soon be given another job title with a new set of responsibilities.
Today was the first time I ever felt like a stranger at my job. A big part of it was that I actually enjoyed what I did. Sure I was a bagger and that may not sound like the most prestigious job in the world, but it was something I did exceptionally well and took great pride in. Plus, being a bagger entailed other responsibilities such as bringing in carts, cleaning the store, escorting customers to their vehicles, stocking shelves, etc. But the thing I enjoyed most about my job was getting to interact with my wonderful customers and coworkers. They (certain ones, not all!) are like family. For years, I believed I had the perfect job. I basically went to work to hang out with people I like and got paid for doing a relatively easy assignment.
It seems like those days are over. I have never complained like I have this week. I know that complaining is a bad thing, but it just feels like these changes are so sudden and the majority of people at my job aren’t happy with them either. I think the biggest thing for me is that I haven’t been directly told what I will be responsible for doing in the future, so I feel like I’m walking around in a big void of uncertainty. I’ve even lost the usual confidence and swagger that I’ve been known to possess and I’ve felt very unsure about every action I’ve made since coming to work this week. That is a big difference from being the person who is known for being in the right place at the right time with the right attitude.
Part of me wants to give my two-week notice. I collect unemployment so the job is not overly important to my financial stability, though every cent counts. Plus I’m constantly searching for employment in my field of study (journalism/communications) and I have a feeling that my next job is literally around the corner. After thinking it over, I’ve decided to stick around and see that the future holds. Maybe I’m just going through some growing pains and will end up liking my new duties. I’ve given five great years of service to my place of employment and would hate leave at anything less than my peak level of performance. Maybe this is some sort of test to see if I’m ready for a new type of challenge at this stage in my life. Maybe God sensed I was getting too comfortable!
Change is inevitable and it often doesn’t feel good, yet it’s required for growth. I’ve heard variations of that quote for my entire life and never has it rang truer than today.